I Am Jack

Nameless
Faceless
No more
No longer sitting
In the cold, rustling Autumn wind
One among the multitude
Of the pumpkin patch

A split-faced grin
And ever glaring eyes
Blade forged features
Anthropomorphic
More human than gourd now
No sweet baked pie
A fire within
This matte orange rind
Pale, pulpy flesh
Flickering to life

From gourd to guard
A sentinel
Of frosty nights and fallen leaves
No longer faceless
Nameless
I am Jack
And my season has come
Jack-O-LanternFor dVerse Poetics pumpkin poetry prompt (try saying that five times fast, lol)

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